The first post

Somehow I always meant to write and take photos and really experience this post. When I am in any land, I get swept up in the essence but keep thinking somehow I am missing it. When I leave, I know I have been there, sucking up the little things which help me to remember the sights and sounds, the essence of the place. Somehow in day to day living we wonder if we ever were anywhere. Looking back now on 20 years this month of foreign service life, as a spouse, I could never have dreamed of the experiences, and in a way, some of what I expected, never happened. So, with 11 months left here in Greece... I set to see what I can, document what I did and maybe write a little myth to remember the journey.